The Ballot Box

I am not just a cube,

Rather a sphere of decision;

Destiny cast with votes,

On each speaking paper,

That goes through me.

I hold the strength,

To lay the platform, the chair;

The persons for the republic.

I might have been replaced,

By an electronic machine;

But I have seen an era,

Glancing at the serpentine queues.

With a mark on the nails,

A color of dark that adds,

Sense of pride to the citizens,

And recognize their power to decide.

Within me they converge,

Irrespective of whom they belong;

And again on the day of count,

They diverge to their entities.

Probably for a length of time,

I accept them all with unity,

Hoping for a reflection.

But only one wins,

And I wish the winner,

For the deeds, promises made,

And win the hearts of people who chose.